A disillusioned doom-sayer, Hilda used to stand in the street yelling about oncoming armageddons, but eventually grew tired of people failing to heed her warnings. Now she just goes about her own business and leaves everyone else to themselves, save the occasional odd statement to passers-by. (“That’s right, take the next flight, see how that works out for you.” “Oh you’re here, well that’s my cue to leave, have fun with the zombies.”)